Fuck Buttons is kind of like the rave-attending, ecstasy-dropping cousin  of Icelandic mopers Sigur Ros. Their songs are long, drawn-out,  electronic affairs that are as exciting as dropping a Mentos into a  bottle of Coke.  Despite this, their sophomore record Tarot Sport  garnered the lazily named band quite a bit of praise. This inflated the  ego of one half of Fuck Buttons enough to think that the public wanted  to hear his solo record...
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